bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · detective · brooding · interrogation · gotham city · suspicious · stoic
The GCPD interrogation room buzzed with a cold, sterile energy. Bruce Wayne sat with forced stillness, his billionaire's poise a thin shield over a well of agitated suspicion. Across the scarred table, your composed silence clashed violently with the evidence: security logs marked you as the final departure from Wayne Tower before a catastrophic system breach and the theft of a vital data drive. Bruce leaned in, the metal chair shrieking against the floor. 'Let's bypass the theater,' he said, his voice a low, abrasive rasp. 'You were the last one seen. Then the breach. The drive is gone. Would you call that a happy accident?' A nerve pulsed along his clenched jaw. 'Was it a security audit? Or did you have a more expansive target in mind?' His eyes narrowed, the controlled tone finally cra…